Sword and Magic and Taxi

There are still six groups of gladiators on the battlefield, of which two groups are still fighting with the beasts at the bottom of the tower, and can't get up for a while. Three groups also started climbing after seeing Butcher and Ricas's actions. Together they encircled the bipedal dragon from all sides, trapping the bipedal dragon in the middle, but no one dared to fight the bipedal dragon first.

Butcher threatened the bipedal dragon with a huge sword, retracted his wings, then approached Rikas, and whispered: "The bipedal dragon is poisonous, with its claws and teeth. Don't get hurt!"

Ricas nodded. He aimed at the direction of the throne from the corner of his eyes, and saw the Witch King standing up! Zhao Mai analyzed that the clearer the battle, the more likely the Witch King will leave the stands and begin to implement his plan. The only thing that keeps him in the field is a need, a need for vigorous vitality. The more excited, excited, or scared people are, the greater this power is involved. Once the Witch King starts to move, it means to do it as soon as possible.

However, the two-footed flying dragon kept flapping its wings, jumping up and down on the tower, spreading its teeth and claws as a threat. It can block the angle of attack at any time. No, such a risk cannot be taken!

Ricas spit out the Heartwood Spear and grabbed it with his left hand. "Butcher, attack me to the left!"

He lunged at the enemy on his side on the same platform, and the spear and the prosthetic sword pierced at the same time. The opponent used a shield and a scimitar to block, and they dinged together, and they exchanged multiple attacks and defenses instantly. Seeing an opportunity to take advantage of the two-legged dragon, it also turned its direction, extending its claws and teeth to attack. Fortunately, Butcher arrived in time and used his giant sword to push back the troublemaker.

"Quick!" Rikas yelled: "Cut off the chain!"

Butcher immediately understood the tactics of his teammates. The two-footed wyvern is tied to the top of the tower, with heavy chains tied to its feet, so that it can't fly high, and can only jump and hover on the spot. If you want to kill the bipedal dragon, the current state of restraint is naturally the best, but the goal of the two of them is not the flying dragon at all, but the Witch King! As long as the flying dragon flies, the upper two platforms will be empty, and there will be the best angle of attack!

Butcher raised his great sword, his strength gathered in his arms, and his swollen muscles creaked overwhelmedly. Afterwards, a white light flashed, and the giant sword fell like thunder, hitting **** the chains. A loud and sharp noise that could pierce the eardrum erupted, and in an instant it even overwhelmed the audience who whizzed through the mountains. Countless fragments shot and flew, the giant sword was only broken at the root, and the chain was broken in half.

"This chain is not ordinary steel!" Butcher yelled, mixed with blood. The flying giant sword fragments caused dozens of wounds on his body. The deepest fragments have been submerged under the skin and pierced into the internal organs. Rikas's condition is also not good, and his back is full of wounds with his back facing the chain. But the Moores said nothing and continued to fight their opponents fiercely.

Between the battles, Ricus glanced at the chain from the sidelines, then slammed his opponent and jumped back. "Butcher, take over!" If it's someone else, swapping positions this time will expose a huge flaw, and not everyone can stand up to the enemy for others without their main weapon. But Bucher didn't say anything, and threw the remaining sword hilt in his hand. While the shield soldier was blocking, his big hand grabbed the back of the opponent's scimitar.

Raising his fist, regardless of the difference in the material between the fist of flesh and steel and the steel shield, he beat his brain fiercely, like a giant wooden bell. Huh! Huh! Huh! After the three loud noises, the Shield Soldier staggered back, slipped on his feet, and with a sunken shield and a bent knife, fell under the high platform, and Butcher screamed from the sky! Although his hands were full of blood from the impact and scratches, he is undoubtedly the strongest fighter on the tower now.

Rikas took a step back, raised his right arm and slashed downwards. The sword and chain struck, shooting out countless sparks. The shock affected the wound, which brought blood, and the blood dripped on the sandy ground flowing through Atas.

He didn't realize it, his mutilated arm rose and fell, and the sword light flickered. The other gladiators understood his plan, and they all thought that the dragon would be more advantageous if they flew, so they were trying to contain them while preparing to charge to the highest point at any time. The dragon felt threatened, moved to the other side, and started to move away from Ricus with the chain on his feet.

"No! Don't go!" Rikas exhausted his life's strength and raised his arm again. "I'm letting you free!" He shouted, and the long sword prosthesis crashed down.

Steel could not withstand the burst of flesh and blood, and burned into starlight burst. The chains cannot hold the souls who want freedom, and one day they will open their bonds. The two-footed dragon flew into the sky and rushed towards the audience stand with howling.

The eyes of the audience were all attracted, the gladiators began to climb, Ricas stood on the edge of the high platform and fell softly. Butcher grabbed him and dragged him back. "Are you still angry? They are still looking at us!"

Ricas had completely lost consciousness in his right arm, but his left hand was still holding the Heartwood Spear firmly. The Murian slave grinned and said, "Let's end this!"

Butcher slammed his right hand upwards and threw Rikas directly to the highest place on the platform. The latter raised his spear and aimed at the other gladiators who were fighting. This soldier with a broken arm undoubtedly succeeded in attracting everyone's attention back again. As for the two-footed dragon, under the siege of the orderly templars, it was impossible to land at all, and could only flee upwards.

The audience chanted Rikas's name, staring at the last weapon on his body, not knowing which opponent he would target and how to deal with the situation afterwards. He has only one hand left, can he win? Can he be free?

Unexpectedly, the spear he raised turned around and aimed at Butcher, and the latter immediately raised the spear at him. There was an uproar in the audience, and then there was a moment of silence. Even the Witch King leaned over the railing, staring at the dramatic scene on the high platform. In an instant, a thunderous roar erupted from the stands, and thousands of voices were instigating the two strongest gladiators to win.

"I want to be free!" Ricas said.

"I just want to kill the Witch King." Butcher smiled. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

After speaking, the two of them turned around together, facing the direction of the king. Karak's eyes widened suddenly, and the flames in his pupils suddenly expanded.

At this moment, a golden lightning hammer shot from the aristocratic seat, hitting an invisible barrier on the side of the terrace, and a brilliant red and blue spark broke out—Satiri launched an attack, shaking with a deafening noise Up the playground. At the same time, on the other side, Cotande held his staff in one arm and continued to chant spells. A red sickle-shaped lightning flew out of the staff and hit the stands.

A wall of colorful magic power emerged from the stands, and everyone saw it. Before everyone exclaimed, the wall of force flickered, then turned into a bubble and dissipated.

Karak roared, and psychic powers swept down the arena like an avalanche. In his fantasy, he is the supreme dragon in Tyre, and his eyes and sounds can determine the life and death of everyone. With his psychic powers, the phantom of a dragon is gradually emerging on the towering wall of the arena, with two claws grasping the wall and looking down. But at that moment, Ricas moved.

The heartwood spear penetrated Karak's chest, entering from the front and flying out from the back. The blood of the Witch King splashed down to every corner of the stands, and the dragon's phantom immediately disappeared. (To be continued.)